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the rain on the rooftop
the rustle of the leaves
the roar of the sea
the crackle of thunder

a baby's lament
a snoring grandpa
a child at play
a lover's even breaths

the purr of the kitten
the laugh of the hyena
the buzz of the bee
the song of the toad

the words of the Master
the hymn of redemption
the music of hope
the dirge of a death

"With our ears we hear the whole world,
the wonders of God's creation.
Yet with our minds and our hearts unfurled,
will we accept his salvation?"

Tree of Life (Adam's lament)

I gazed through the mist of this garden so fair,
and there stood a tree so stately and rare.
I stood there in awe as the birds gathered 'round,
For a moment 'twas silent; no, nary a sound.

I peered closer yet, I could see there were two,
two trees did reach for the sky ever blue.
As I pondered about the second one there,
a temptress appeared, she proffered a dare!

Now as I gaze at my garden so fair,
the cruel flaming sword doth keep me from there.
I wish, how I wish, for a glimpse of that tree,
the tree of life that was meant just for me!

GENESIS 2:9; 3:6,7,24

The Seduction

He'd seen her face a hundred times before,
but now 'twas different, of that he was sure!
Her eyes were afire, her lips were blood red.
The fruit in her hand: "Eat some," she said.

"For look I was blind. Behold, now I see!
The fruit doth taste well, now harken to me.
The earth is our home, it's ours to explore.
We'll experience it now like never before!"

He gazed at the fruit, then looked up at her.
He felt somewhat flushed, his blood was astir.
That body! That face! He wanted her so!
He snatched at the fruit, he'd give it a go!

The rest, as they say, is history now.
For six-thousand years we've suffered, and how!
If only he'd listened to t

Touch...and believe!

the feel of fine silk
the bark of the birch
the cool running water
my toes in the sand

her soft flowing hair
his muscular frame
the feet of an infant
the small of her back

the coat of the husky
the fur of the kitten
the skin of the boa
the soft tiny gerbil

the Bible in leather
the thin delicate page
the hug from my brother
the tears on my cheek

"Many believe in just what they can see,
or can hold in the palm of their hand.
But true faith requires much more of me,
if I choose to fit in with His plan."

Taste...and enjoy!

the sweetness of a cherry
the tart of the grapefruit
the sour of the lemon
the saltiness of seawater

the best kiss ever
the milk of a nursing momma
cookie dough on my finger
the nape of a lover's neck

prey for the lion
fodder for the bull
bacon for the mastiff
tender leaves for the panda

the Lord's evening meal
the Passover lamb
food shared with a poor brother
a meal with friends after prayer

"We have been blessed with so much good food,
yet, can we share with our brother?
As we taste and see that the Lord is good,
let's all take care of each other."

The Fountain of Youth

Many a wanderer for your springs did thirst
for one sip; they would be set free!
Free from the misery and free from the dearth
of more years; to live endlessly!

But your source proved elusive, many have tried
to find you; the fountain of life!
Some have lost patience and many more have died
in their quest; their lives filled with strife.

They've merely sought what was planted in man's heart
from the start; a life without end!
If only you were real we'd all do our part
to be good; our ways we would mend.

But the truth we must face is there's no fountain
to be found; and there's never been.
Life eternal was inscribed on a mountain
on two tab

Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be

Child of Newtown

The last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.

Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times

The RockThis is no rock.

This is a landslide
crumbling down,
pulling others to the depths,
burying, not building up.

This is dust,
flying away with the wind,
too lost to guide,
too weak to stay.

This is jelly,
trembling and shaking,
unable to support,
unable to stand.

This is no rock.

The one You called Rock
is a trembling wreck,
crying alone
in a silent alleyway.
The one You called Rock
has come crashing down,
is broken and lost
because he could not stand.
The one You called Rock
was a mistake.

And yet
you are never mistaken.
You keep your promises.
You will yet make
a rock out of me.
You saw this long ago
and yet you chose me -
ME!
For you do

Mistaken InnocenceStand before an all righteous court;
Judgment passes before the consort,
Sins spread before you on a plate,
Cover your face in gnawing shame,
Not prepared to admit your mistake,
Not willing to say, “I was to blame”.
“Innocent! Innocent!
Spare me!” I was framed.
The evidence is clear;
The evidence is holy;
The evidence says guilty;
Burn! Hell for eternity.
This case is adjourned!
Alone in your cell,
Your stomach so churned,
Overflowing well
Contemplating the knife
You’ve been good all your life
Perfect you say, to all laws
Perfect in every little way
Except for one of your flaws
One petty mistake
You can neve

Everything I NeedI never took the time to look around
Until I realize, in despair I’m found

I fret and worry like Peter on the sea
Until to Jesus Christ, I forever plea

Then to heaven, aye my heart is free
Now in this world, my heart no longer be

I set my gaze to greener rolling hills
And feel His Word how my lungs it fills and fills

I look up to azure skies
To think about how the angel flies

Eyes are sure to find a budding rose
How Christ’s love it grows and grows

In the morn, wetness of the dew
Hearing birds sing so lovely and I'm all new

Try to think not as much of me
Just want to love them all no matter who they be

Most important thing

Beast of the Apocalypse

and it stood still upon the sand of the sea...

A freakish site appeared before my eyes,
a BEAST with a mouth that bellowed forth lies.
Seven heads, ten horns, with ten crowns atop,
it made my head spin and my heart almost stop.

A leopard, a bear, a lion or what?
One thing was for sure - God's creature 'twas not!
It demanded respect from those here on earth,
one wonders who brought this MONSTER to birth.

But lo, the mystery is hidden no more,
'twas the DRAGON that caused the creature to roar.
That wily old serpent from the garden so fair,
the one who chased evil on a freedom from care.

Just who the BEAST is lurks in shadow no more,
'tis t

Shine on me

Shine on me Lord, shine on my life
you know my troubles, and all of my strife
you know the sorrow, the hurt and the pain
but when you shine on me Lord, I feel whole again

(Chorus)

Shine on me Lord oh please shine on me
give me your love and I'll be free
show me the way that you want me to be
oh shine on me Lord, oh please shine on me

Shine on me Lord, shine on my heart
you know the story, that I'd done my part
you knew I loved her, that she was my world
But if you'll shine on me Lord, my heart will unfurl

(Chorus)

Shine on me Lord, shine on my soul
you know how long it's been, since I was whole
you know my past, my future, my

God's GraceGod's grace is stronger than I ever could have hoped

And now that I know that, I'm indescribably stoked

Not just forgiven, pardoned and dirty

But washed, cleansed, made new, completely!

The one locked in prison is definitely not me

I am a new creation, unbounded, free!

Whoever once looked like me, of whom I am ashamed

Is dead and stripped of power, never to have life again

Everything, everything that once blemished me

Was cut off, crucified with Jesus on that tree

Never, never, never again, no longer am I guilty

The past is forever powerless, I am new completely!

Jesus Christ (Poem)

Yes, there was a man born of flesh
Who overcame the world and all its tests
The only one worthy to be called His holiness
A royal king who spent His days with the poorest sects

The only man on whose flesh maggots cannot feast
Who took our sickness and sin, for love of you and me
Who proclaimed, to be great you must become the least
He is the greatest gift mankind through grace has ever reaped

He spent his days and nights connected to God the Father
Kept it real at all times, like him there is no other
Hated by all whom were corrupted by money and worldly power
Accepted his mission fully knowing, He'd die for unworthy followers

I know we're

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This poem is dedicated to the man I see on my way to work every day, standing in front of the Little Caesar's pizza shop, playing his faux guitar...

On the way to work I saw a funny little man,
guitar on his shoulder and a small pick in his hand.
He sang an indistict song as the cars passed him by,
I chuckled as I passed when I heard his plaintive cry.

I thought about that man as I drove back home from work,
do some find him amusing, while others just a jerk?
His guitar had no strings and his pick's a piece of wood,
it made me sad to think this was the way he earned his food.

Just then I had a thought, an epiphany of sorts,
this man could

Through an Angel's Eye

Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.

They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some feel such notions are lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.

To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.

Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.

Deconstruction

Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?

Many are confused as to the above question. Others are apathetic. What does the Bible really teach on the matter? Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!

John 8:31,32

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Hope is in the air

The wonders of creation

Can you hear feel the warmth?

Jackie!

You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

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by ~tommyboywood, Jan 26, 2013, 1:44:05 PM
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the sun setting in the west
a rainbow after a storm
the forest at dawn
the starry heavens

your child's eyes
grandma's eyeglasses
daddy's blue sweater
momma's warm smile

the pink of the flamingo
the mane of the lion
the neck of the giraffe
the geese in flight

the words of a psalmist
the wisdom of the king
the beauty of a prayer
the sermon on the mount

"With eyes opened wide we can see so much,
but will we ever learn?
There's more to sight than what we can touch;
the Spirit - who can discern?"

Look...and see!by ~tommyboywood

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

first in a series about the five senses

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~DemiSven Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

its awesome i love it. so cool how it relates to 5 senses

~tommyboywood Mar 6, 2013 Professional Writer

Cool. There are four more in my spiritual folder.

~GoldenFlameNaLu Feb 2, 2013

thazz soo cool each of ur poem about da 5 senses! thumbs up!!

~tickersymbol Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is lovely and very inspiring. I really like your approach with this and look forward to reading the rest of the series. Indeed, the greatest peace and joy comes in simply being aware...

~tommyboywood Jan 27, 2013 Professional Writer

and meditating on the grandeur of it all... we live in an increasingly plasticized materialistic world. if I can get some of the younger ones to stop and think... thanks as always!

~tickersymbol Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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~Invoking Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I love the free verse and the objects you chose for us to 'observe'. Each one invokes feelings of calmness and serinity, a tranquil quiet and comfort inside of me. I love the rhyming quatrain at the end, too. It is very aesthetically pleasing, to me, at least.

~tommyboywood Jan 27, 2013 Professional Writer

my belief is that a poem should educate, entertain, inspire, or at least inform. otherwise it's just words thrown together (sometimes rather badly, not to sound like an elitist). if you were inspired, I'm happy.

~Invoking Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I was~ If you don't mind, I would like to share in your belief of what a poem should do - it is exactly how I feel.

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